In honor of Bastille Day, I spent "all morning" rummaging through the archives (spiderwebs! dust!) for my Marie-Antoinette category and how I celebrated a past Bastille Day. Reading those posts makes me want to start blogging again...

"I confess that I know quite a bit about what entices six-year-olds in
Cambridge: rivers, train schedules, chocolate mice, swan boats, ants,
lying in the grass and talking about Life which often means discussing
what kind of dog you'd get if you were allowed to have a dog." --Allegra Goodman

I'm trying to find the right rug for my '20s Los Feliz bungalow. I love this one from Anthropologie. If only it came in blue-gray....

Tomorrow I'm taking the train to San Juan Capistrano for the day with Peter and Harriet. Train travel always makes me think of Myrna Loy and William Powell in the Thin Man. (Speaking of, did you know Myrna's father named her after a train station?)

Spent the weekend in San Francisco with my sister and her four month-old. We road tripped it down the I-5, coming in over the Bay Bridge to the first thin veil of evening fog and what was left of the sun giving the buildings an ethereal glow. We stayed at Hotel Rex, the scene of many an after work glass of wine and the site of The May Queen launch party after our reading at A Clean Well-Lighted Place for Books--wow, was that really three years ago?

Spent Friday walking around the Mission nursing my nostalgia. Attended the annual Squaw Valley Poetry Benefit with Nicki that night and was absolutely inspired by poets Robert Hass, Sharon Olds, Galway Kinnell, et. al. This was the first year the reading was held at Grace Cathedral and it was the perfect venue for poetry.

Saturday checked out the new Mint Plaza and Blue Bottle Cafe, then met friends in Dolores Park. Conversed with lovely people everywhere from the concierge at Hotel Rex to the grocer at Bi-Rite who enthused about his homemade salsa.

Sunday met a friend for brunch at Boulette's Larder in the Ferry Building, stopping by Book Passage to pick up a book on cd (Descartes' Bones) and Alive in Necropolis.